September 26, 2001

• I am grumpy at my husband, Gene. We are supposed to be moving furniture to our new house this weekend and he had a tantrum at the suggestion that he drive to the new house ahead, to drop the girls off with a babysitter and unlock the house. He wants to be at the old house, so he can supervise my friends who will be moving things. He is worried they will touch his stuff. He says I don't get it and that I obviously don't see it like he does.

  
  

  I have to stay at the old house, at least as things stand now, because I have to drive the moving truck. Gene accidentally let his driver's license expire and only realized it last week when we were signing paperwork for the house and they needed it as ID.

  
  

  Personally, I would rather be the one to go to the new house and drop off the kids, etc. I know I will just be in the way when people are moving furniture. And I would rather be getting new shelving paper in the kitchen, etc. So I suggested that Gene go and renew his license and then he can drive. But of course his car is currently broken and in San Diego, so he will have to call his father for a ride if he is to do that.

  
  

  What a bloody headache! In a past move, he was so nasty to friends that helped us move, that they never talked to us again. What the hell is up with him and this attitude? I would think anyone would be grateful and happy for the help. But as he said, I obviously don't see it as he does.

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